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[ The sound that comes out of Steve is somewhere between a gasp and a wheeze, as if the breath were just punched out of his lungs. Tony's eyes are one of Steve's favorite features: they're the most expressive, honest and open part of him. Which explains why he goes to such lengths to hide them behind tinted glasses and armored helmets. But he isn't hiding them now. He's fixing Steve with the full force of those great big eyes, dark with want, and if Steve were any less than a super soldier his knees might have already buckled. ]

Fu-u-uck, [ Steve groans as his dick jerks, bobbing up and down almost comically, as if nodding its own answer to Tony. ] Yeah, okay.

[The question's mostly rhetorical; it's not like Tony really expects Steve to turn the offer down. Tony scoots back a little bit so he's all the way up against the bed and tugs Steve along with him.]

All right, so when you feel like you're gonna come, just let go and do it. [Tony pauses, then adds,] unless you wanna pull out and let spray, in which case, try to aim away from my eyes.

[Maybe he wants to come all over Tony's chest, no judgment here. Emotion can't be Steve's only kink. Tony glances up at Steve again - eye contact, emotion, check - and slowly takes him into his mouth, relaxing the muscles of his throat when he feels the head of his cock brush the back of his mouth, not stopping till his lips hit the base of Steve's erection. And, god, it feels like he's halfway down his throat, even though Tony knows that's not physically possible. He squeezes Steve's hip, signaling him to start thrusting.]

[ Steve goes lightheaded at the mental picture that Tony summons with those two most romantic words: "let spray." He wouldn't call himself possessive, but there is something about the idea of marking Tony like that, about Tony letting him, that plants itself in his mind.

The image vanishes, along with every other thought in his head, when Tony starts working Steve's cock into his mouth. Steve slaps a palm over his mouth to muffle the pathetic cries spilling from his lips. Tony gives him the signal not a moment too soon, and Steve, hovering at the precipice of carefulness and desperate abandon, starts to make tightly controlled thrusts. He feels like every last atom of his being has concentrated in his dick, which is probably for the best, because he couldn't handle the way Tony is looking up at him otherwise. ]

[Tony lets himself relax a little; he's always slightly on edge around Steve, but everything seems to be going all right so far. It helps that there's no room for his foot in his mouth right now, and that neither of them have much blood flowing to their brains. Tony's brain starts to reach that pleasant fuzzy spot where he focuses entirely on his partner's pleasure, on letting himself be used, and oh, it's good. His breath comes a little faster through his nostrils and he makes encouraging (albeit garbled) noises. Tony imagines Steve bending him over the bed and fucking him like this - bending him over the desk in his office, or one of the benches in the weight room, or pretty much anywhere else - and, yeah, he absolutely wants Steve to bury his dick in his ass and wreck him after this, Christ.]

[ In no state to consider thoughts carefully— or at all, really— Steve follows through as soon as he has the idea to dig his hands into Tony's hair. He tugs gently, pulling Tony closer in sync with his thrusts, then dragging him away as he slides back out.

As much as Steve wants for this to last forever, his body has its own idea, as it so often does. He starts to lose control, picking up his pace slightly, getting less precise and more sloppy with his movements. The garbled noises coming from Tony should be grotesque, perhaps, but they just turn him on more. ]

Oh, oh f- Tony, you feel so— [ He breaks off into a near-shout as his orgasm hits like a speeding truck and he finally comes down Tony's throat. ]

[Steve keeps fucking Tony's mouth - really fucking - and Tony moans in bliss. The thoughts that normally tumble through his mind go silent; all he can think about is Steve's cock sliding in and out in a steady rhythm, and it's fucking perfect. Maybe all those random hookups haven't been so bad for Steve after all, if he's learned something about how to do this. Tony registers the shift in thrusts at the edge of his perception, the way Steve's cock hardens even more, and he drags himself back to the present just in time to feel Steve shoot down his throat. Tony swallows greedily around him, milks him for every last drop and keeps sucking even afterwards, right up till he pulls out.]

[ Steve really does mean to pull out, but somehow, his hips jerk forward and he ends up thrusting right back into Tony's sensational mouth. He thinks he can feel every last nerve ending in his cock, but instead of shying away from over-stimulation, he finds himself chasing it back down Tony's throat again. He never even goes soft, and after an embarrassingly short few moments, he shoots off again.

Finally pulling out as his senses begin to return, Steve looks down at Tony with a mixture of guilt and awe. ] Shit, I'm so sorry, Tony. Are you okay?

[Tony seems to be wholly unbothered when Steve keeps thrusting. He notes somewhere at the edge of his mind that Steve isn't going soft like a normal person would, but he doesn't expect a second orgasm in quick succession. Even though it catches him by surprise, he sucks just as eagerly as before, determined to prove - well, he's not sure what he's trying to prove, but there's always something.

He blinks slowly and slumps back against the side of the bed, reaching up to rub his jaw a little.]

Shit, [Tony echoes in awe. It takes him a moment to register that Steve asked a question.] 'm fine. [A lot more than fine, but he's having trouble verbalizing right now, between the fuzz of his brain and the simple fact that most of his blood is south of his waist.]

[ Usually, this is around the time when Steve's mood begins to plummet. The high of an orgasm— or two— only lasts so long, and reality floods back as ruthless and relentless as a tsunami. He remembers the fleeting nature of the moment, the fact that he just shared it with a relative stranger, and all at once any meaning he was hoping to find washes away.

Except.

This time, he can't lament the lack of connection. Despite the friction between them over the years, he knows Tony better than anyone else he's had sex with recently. Whatever happens next, Tony won't evaporate back into the New York bustle, never too be seen or heard from again. That should probably make him nervous, because he's never tried to maintain a friendship— or even an acquaintance— with someone he's slept with. And the fact that it's Tony only makes it more complicated. In theory.

In practice, Steve shuffles to the side of Tony and falls backwards onto the bed, his chest still heaving from the excitement. This is how sex is supposed to make people feel, or so he's heard. He just never thought it would happen this way. ]

Wow, [ he says in a soft, dazed voice. ]

[Tony somehow eels up onto the bed next to Steve, and where Steve is a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss, Tony is tense, his entire body drawn into lines of want. Even though his cock aches, he keeps his hands fisted at his sides, short-trimmed nails digging into the palms. Something that's embarrassingly reminiscent of a whimper catches in his throat, but Tony does his best to swallow it down like everything else.]

[ Once he catches his breath again, Steve turns his head toward Tony, who has joined him on the bed. He can practically feel the tension rolling off of him, not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way that demands urgent attention. ]

Is this the part where I pound you into the mattress? [ He asks, echoing Tony's own words from earlier. ]

Please.

[There's a hint of begging in Tony's voice, one that might not be there ordinarily. But for all that, he seems fairly subdued - especially for Tony, and especially for someone who's shown every indication of being as forward in bed as he is in everything else.]

[ There is something undeniably sexy about hearing Tony beg, about the fact that Steve somehow got him to that point using nothing but his dick. If he'd known what it took to get manners out of Tony, they might have done this years ago.

He adjusts his position so that he's hovering above Tony, using the hand that's not supporting him to graze the pad of a finger over Tony's nipple, then leaning in to ask in his ear: ] Where do you keep the lube?

[Instinct tells Tony that he should arch up, that he's so close to being able to grind against Steve. He keeps himself planted on the bed by sheer strength of will.]

Drawer in the bedside table, [Tony grits between clenched teeth. God, it's been too long since he's been fucked, he's not sure he can take someone as big as Steve, but that sure as hell isn't going to stop him now. Never let it be said that Tony Stark is a person who makes good life choices - if he did, he wouldn't be here.]

[ Steve half-crawls across the bed to reach into the drawer, not giving himself any time to pause and think. He's not so afraid he'll reconsider— he's in deep here— but somehow he's found the nerve to follow through and he isn't trying to lose it.

He should probably get naked eventually, even if only for Tony's comfort, but that would mean putting a pause on the action and Tony sounds like that might actually kill him. So instead, he joins Tony back on the bed and places a palm on his thigh, gently pulling his legs apart. ]

I'm gonna open you up now. [ Christ, it feels insane to be saying those words to Tony Stark. But Steve doesn't have the luxury of stopping to awe at the situation. He squeezes some lube onto his fingers and spreads it generously, and then he jumps in, no parachute, and starts tracing Tony's rim with maddeningly light pressure. ]

Just fuck me!

[This is an idea that Tony will regret later, but with the way Steve is touching him - teasing him, more like - he doesn't want to wait. He's sure that if Steve uses enough lube, it'll be...maybe not fine, but he's done worse to himself before. Probably.]

Not yet. [ It's obvious that Tony is tightly strung and Steve sympathizes, but not enough to risk hurting him. With a great dick comes great responsibility, after all.

He takes mercy on Tony by giving him two fingers to start, easing them in as gently as he can against the tightness of Tony's muscles before switching to a scissoring motion to open him up. ]

[If Steve were anyone else, Tony would roll them both over and fucking ride him. But he's not, and nothing short of a natural disaster can get Steve to move from his course of action (frankly, he's not sure most natural disasters would). So Tony's left to whimper and squirm and look otherwise desperate and undignified, letting out a soft plea from time to time.]

[ Steve starts to lose himself in the sounds he's eliciting from Tony and is sorely tempted to keep teasing, but in the end he chooses mercy. Tony might not recognize it as that, because "mercy" here involves the addition of a third finger and Steve's newfound laser focus on locating Tony's g-spot, but that single-minded attention to getting Tony loose and relaxed is Steve's way of pushing toward the main event. ]

Almost there, baby. [ The pet name slips out against any conscious will of Steve's, but the blush spreading to his cheeks is the only indication he gives of being embarrassed by it. Tony can't claim he wasn't warned about feelings. ]

[A shudder rolls through Tony's entire body when Steve hits just the right spot; his erection twitches, precum dripping from the tip to pool on his stomach. Tony spreads his thighs wider and tries to look enticing, although he's not quite with it enough to bat his eyelashes. (Which is a damn shame, because he has gorgeous eyelashes.)]

Christ, Steve, you're not fucking me with your shield, three fingers is plenty.

I'm not surprised you're kind of a brat. [ There's no bite to Steve's words; if anything, Tony can probably hear the smile in his voice. He moves up to settle between Tony's spread thighs, simultaneously tugging his jeans down to his knees, his cock bobbing obscenely in the open air until he wraps a hand around it. The other hand supports him against the bed as he leans in, finally pressing in with the head of his cock, gasping as he feels Tony spread around him. ]

Oh, yes, fuck-

[Okay, so maaaaaybe Tony's not as stretched as he could be thanks to egging Steve on, and maybe there's some pain when Steve thrusts in, but he's done stupider things, he'll be fine. Right now, all Tony cares about is being thoroughly fucked by Steve. He wraps his legs around Steve's back to draw him in closer.]

[ When Tony folds his legs around him, Steve takes it as the encouragement it surely is, sinking deeper still until he bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, gasping— ] Amazing, you feel amazing, [ — and then he starts thrusting in sharp, fluid movements, without so much as a moment's pause between them. The benefits of being a super soldier; he could do this all day.]

[Tony would like to say he could let Steve do this all day, and maybe on a different day, he could. Steve is absolutely delivering on his promise to fuck Tony into the mattress, and Tony appreciates that. He really, really appreciates it, and he would like it to happen more often. But he is definitely not going to last long here. He's doing his best to hold off just long enough to make it look like he's not completely pathetic (even though he is, as proven by the whimpers interspersed with his panting breaths).]

C'mon, touch me, please.

[ Without breaking his rhythm, Steve reaches between them with his free hand and takes grip of Tony's cock. The remaining lube on his hand eases the slide as Steve strokes Tony in sync with his thrusts. ]

Yeah, [ he exhales, breathless. ] Come on, Tony, come for me.

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